THE stubborne author of the trifl… That just now cheated you of 2 hou… Presumptuous, it lik’t him, began… Carelesse, whether it pleased you… But we who ground th’ excellence o…

HOW have I bin Religious? what s… Ha’s scap’t me that I never under… Have I Hel—guarded Hæresie o’rth… Heald wounded States? made Kings… That Fate should be so merciful t…

IT was Amyntor’s Grove, that Chl… For ever Ecchoes and her Glories… Chloris, the gentlest Sheapherdes… That ever Lawnes and Lambes did b… Her Breath like to the whispering…

WHEN I by thy faire shape did sw… And mingled with each Vowe a tear… I lov’d, I lov’d thee best, I swore as I profest ; For all the while you lasted warme…

This Queen of Prey (now prey to y… Fast to that pirch of ivory In silver chaines and silken clue, Hath now made full thy victory: II.

Divine Destroyer, pitty me no mor… Or else more pitty me; Give me more love, ah, quickly giv… Or else more cruelty! For left thus as I am,

If in me anger, or disdaine In you, or both, made me refraine From th’ noble intercourse of vers… That only vertuous thoughts rehear… Then, chaste Ellinda, might you f…

The day is curl’d about agen To view the splendor she was in; When first with hallow’d hands The holy man knit the mysterious b… When you two your contracted souls…

Up with the jolly bird of light Who sounds his third retreat to ni… Faire Amarantha from her bed Ashamed starts, and rises red As the carnation-mantled morne,

EASTRICH! Thou featherd Fool… That larger sailes to thy broad V… Snakes through thy guttur—neck his… Then on thy I’ron Messe at supper… II

ITEM. Ictu non potuit primo Cato solver… Defecit tanto vulnere victa manus: Altius inseruit digitos, qua spiri… Exiret, magnum dextera fecit iter.

Wise emblem of our politick world, Sage Snayl, within thine own self… Instruct me softly to make hast, Whilst these my feet go slowly fas… Compendious Snayl! thou seem’st t…

Cold as the breath of winds that b… To silver shot descending snow, Lucasta sigh’t; when she did close The world in frosty chaines! And then a frowne to rubies frose

Why should you swear I am forswor… Since thine I vowed to be? Lady, it is already morn, And ’twas last night I swore to t… That fond impossibility.

See! what an undisturbed teare She weepes for her last sleepe; But, viewing her, straight wak’d a… She weepes that she did weepe. II.